Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.